and she bore honey flaxen hair

born audacious,  a wild, whimsical
child,  a kin to the summer's sultry wind
and she bore sweet flaxen hair

springtime curtsied to her beauty,
as she danced along with summer's sin
and cried out at the dying of the each autumn
a child given to summers without end
and she bore honey flaxen hair

she cursed the cold face of winter
prayed spring "do come again"
and she danced straight into summer
tasting of all its enticing sin, its fruits
of lovers and of liers, of wines
warmth, so too its bitterest blend
and she lit the candles higher
as she bore sweet honey flaxen hair

and many a man would love her
but no man, her heart could they ever win
for she bore sweet flaxen hair
and married the summer's sultry wind

and beauty bowed to her presence
to her wistful,  her wild ways
for she vowed her heart to summer
and to its wind for all her days
and many a man would love her
but no man, her heart could they ever win

for she was born a child of summer
and bore its sweet honey flaxen hair
and she vowed her heart to summer
bearing its honey flaxen hair

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Posted for One Shot Wednesday: Where Poets, Writers and Artists meet

Since it is Woman's Day...I will dedicate this piece to my wild child with Flaxen Hair -

my beautiful summer daughter